Through Maze Of Myths © Surazeus 2019 03 15 On the busy street in the sprawling city, where strange people are walking everywhere, I stop by the tree outside the book store and watch the urgent motion of desire. I wonder where they are going today, these random strangers with interesting faces whose names float invisible in the air, concealing thoughts that flash throughout their eyes. Haunted by Glow Cloud of infinite truth, I listen for thoughts they will never share as they vanish somewhere down signless streets so I will never see their face again. Even those people in my family, my children I have known since they were born many years ago, are strangers to me since I only guess what visions they dream. I turn around and gaze back down the road where my ancestors traveled to this moment for thousands of years around our vast globe, and feel their hungry hope urge me forth more. They traveled in wagons to the wild west more than one hundred years ago to find paradise far from nations rife with conflict and built homes in the rugged wilderness. So all those changes in society when nations of Europe fought two world wars my ancestors but heard of in the news, while preserving their medieval world views. I still see structure of society built on hierarchy of wisdom and strength, peasants working for nobles ruled by kings who manage food production from stone castles. This system of democracy we built to vote for presidents who rule like kings during four years to manage state affairs encouraged revolutions against kings. Common people working in factories united to overthrow royal kingdoms and established states on equality of every person to pursue their dreams. I learned to compose maps that represent landscape of the world where people build cities to process food so everyone can eat and thus work to earn fair wage for my labor. My eyes survey the structure of vast cities and watch how groups of people interact, then I strum guitar and sing of the hero who navigates their way through maze of myths.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Friday, March 15, 2019
Through Maze Of Myths
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